Wang Ya left Zhang Qingshui’s room and remembered that Huang Qi still owed her five hundred thousand. Her mobile phone was lost, so she could not receive bank SMS notifications. She did not know if the money had been transferred to her account yet and wanted to check her bank balance at an ATM. From the meal she had eaten in the restaurant earlier, she already knew that her current Demonic Aura made her far more eye-catching than she had imagined. If she just went out like this to check her bank card balance and buy a new mobile phone to replace the SIM card, she might attract unwanted attention and trouble.
She had not had time to buy materials to make a Conceal Qi Talisman or a Concealment Talisman Plaque since emerging from underground. She could not very well slap a Blood Talisman on her forehead in public to draw eyes either, so she had no choice but to string the ancient bronze coin with the red rope from the Ghost Collecting Bell to suppress her aura.
When the red rope strung with the ancient bronze coin wrapped around her wrist, Wang Ya clearly felt a stream of heat travel from her wrist throughout her body. The refreshing yin chill on her body vanished, replaced by an inexplicable dryness and sense of oppression, like wearing a shirt that was too small and extremely uncomfortable. She knew this was because of the Demonic Power in her body. The coin had passed through countless hands and carried heavy yang energy, and this ancient bronze coin was a supreme treasure among coins. It was quite fierce and domineering in suppressing yin evils. She had never imagined that one day, the supreme treasure she used for protection, warding off evil, exorcising ghosts, and suppressing demons would be used to suppress her like a demon or evil spirit. Honestly, it was pretty ironic.
Wang Ya endured the discomfort and walked toward the elevator. The heat from the ancient bronze coin on her wrist kept seeping into her body, and she felt increasingly hot, as if a heavy weight pressed down on her. By the time she reached the elevator entrance, she was covered in sweat. The red rope strung with the ancient bronze coin began to contract and tighten around her wrist, and the too-small shirt felt even more like a turtle shell pressing down on her until she could hardly breathe. Wang Ya sensed something was wrong and hurriedly unwound the red rope from her wrist, taking off the Ghost Collecting Bell and ancient bronze coin and stuffing them into her small leather bag. Once the ancient bronze coin and Ghost Collecting Bell left her body, Wang Ya instantly felt relaxed all over, full of energy, and the dryness was replaced by a comfortable yin chill. Normally speaking, even if there was Demonic Power and Demonic Aura in her body causing a reaction with the ancient bronze coin, it should not have been this intense. Was it because the Demonic Aura and Demonic Power in her body were simply too strong? Wang Ya could not say for sure what the reason was. She could only keep an eye on it and observe further. Anyway, she already had a body full of troubles; one more thing was not a big deal, so she did not take it too much to heart.
Wang Ya took the elevator downstairs to the ATM next to the hotel and checked her account. She saw that there was over five hundred thousand more in her card, transferred in just after ten that morning. Huang Qi had not reneged on the debt, which made Wang Ya feel much better.
Wang Ya hailed a taxi at the hotel entrance and went to a nearby telecom business hall to buy a mobile phone for over a thousand yuan. The mobile phone number she had used before was from her hometown, and replacing the SIM card would require going back there. Besides the bank SMS service bound to her account, that card had no other use anyway, so she got a new card when buying the phone.
Wang Ya came out of the telecom business hall and took a taxi straight back to the hotel. When she took the elevator, she encountered a very stylishly dressed woman at the elevator entrance who looked very wealthy. The woman glanced back and forth at her face first, then scanned her from head to toe. Once inside the elevator, her eyes never left Wang Ya’s body.
Wang Ya admitted she was very conspicuous right now, but she had never seen anyone stare at her like this! So she unceremoniously stared back at the woman, sizing her up from head to toe as well. This woman was also very eye-catching. She was exceptionally beautiful, with smooth skin. If not for the faint crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, Wang Ya would have thought she was only in her thirties. What drew the most attention were the two rings on her fingers—one with a gem, one with a diamond—clearly very expensive. She had a capable and neat air about her. Though she wore makeup and fragrant perfume, she gave off a clean impression at a glance. Wang Ya casually read her physiognomy as well: prosperous husband! Her eyebrows were also nicely shaped, making her look spirited and heroic, with a touch of chivalrous flavor. She was the kind of person who made others feel comfortable at first sight.
There were quite a few people in the elevator, and it stopped every two or three floors, making it very slow.
With so many people coming and going, though they all glanced at her and the woman, that woman’s eyes never shifted from her. Was there anyone who stared at people like this?
When the elevator reached the seventeenth floor, Wang Ya got off and walked forward. After just a few steps, she discovered the woman had also gotten off, only two steps behind her. Wang Ya inwardly sucked in a breath and thought, “I just went out to buy a phone and get a new card, and someone is already tailing me?” She stopped, turned around, and looked at the woman. “Auntie, even if there’s a flower on my forehead, you don’t have to keep staring at me and following me, right?”
The corner of the woman’s mouth curved up in a very nice smile as she asked, “Am I following you?”
Wang Ya suddenly felt the woman’s smile was very familiar, like she had seen it somewhere before. She thought back but confirmed she had never met this woman; otherwise, she would not have forgotten. She vigilantly glanced at the woman and turned to walk away. The woman still followed unhurriedly behind. Wang Ya slightly turned her ear to listen carefully to the woman’s movements: the woman stepped very lightly, even in high heels, landing on the balls of her feet, like someone who had practiced lightness skills; her breathing coordinated perfectly with her steps, walking somewhat like a cat—light and elegant. Wang Ya determined the woman knew martial arts but was not sure if she was really after her. If she was, wouldn’t showing up so openly just alert the snake in the grass?
Wang Ya’s room was not far from the elevator, and she soon reached her door. She stopped to rummage for her room card in her bag while glancing from the corner of her eye to see the woman walk past her to the door opposite—Zhang Qingshui and Huang Qi’s room—and stop, raising her hand to knock. Wang Ya’s eyes widened instantly: this woman was here for Zhang Qingshui and Huang Qi?
